The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Why do I get put in the back all the time?” Ivy moaned as she reclined, and laid the back of her head on Alicia’s breasts.

“Aw, poor baby, can’t say cuddle fast enough,” Alicia teased. Ivy had Ranger and Mr Lion in her hands and was flying them around making barking and roaring noises at each other.

Casey turned from shotgun and smiled. “Because how else would Ranger get his exercise if you weren’t there to play with him?”

Dakota ignored the other girls, enjoying cuddle. She had learned to sleep through the near constant talking of the other girls and she drooled slightly on Hale’s neck.

“Casey!” Hale hissed. “Casey!”

“What?” she asked.

He rolled his hand over and showed off the ring in his palm.

“Oh!” Casey said, picking it from his and putting it in her bag.

“Blonde time!” Ivy said.

“Where did... How did... No. Nope!” Alicia said, pushing Ivy off of her as Betty glided down the interstate.

“So it’s OK that it changed your brain to make you one of us—”

“One of us! One of us! One of us!” Ivy’s chanting shook Dakota awake.

“—but that they just show up bothers you?” Casey finished.

“New ring?” Dakota yawned. She embarrassedly wiped up Hale’s neck. “Blonde time?”

“Oh my god! Keep it away from me!” Alicia crowded Ivy into the driver side back door as Casey held up the ring. Ivy waved her ringed finger in front of Alicia’s face.

“You’re OK with this one,” Ivy said.

“Do you need us to pull over and sit down and talk?” Hale said.

“Now? Just go the next little bit into Oklahoma,” Ivy said. She pushed Alicia onto her back across the back bench. “I’ll wrangle this stallion for you, boss.”

“Stallions are boys,” Dakota said. Alicia squealed as Ivy yanked down her skirt. “Stallions have dicks.”

“I’ll lend them mine when we pull over,” Hale promised. “Go back to sleep, cuddle bunny.”

Reika Akane sat in the back of her friend’s mother’s van. She had her tablet and was going through the itinerary of the con.

“How about this one: writing and OC creation featuring—”

“Dude, if the s are old school creators, but just nobodies with a couple of shit-ass High Republic Star Wars books under their belt they’ll just be cesspools of ‘Thank you for my pronouns’ shit.” Jake turned around from the front seat. The four high school graduates were heading to Tokyo OK in Tulsa before their lives and college careers took them apart.

Reika didn’t care much for Jake, he was a bit too aggressive when he flirted, but the rest of the guys: Nina, Joe, and Marco were all super chill. Plus, it was Jake’s car, even if Joe was the only one around to drive.

“So, what are you gonna do? Just walk around and check out the cosplayers?” Reika asked.

“That’s reason number 2,” Jake said.

“What’s number 1?”

“To see you in that Ryuko cosplay.”

“I’m not cutting my hair,” Reika said. “I’m obviously going as Satsuki.”

“I can’t believe you’re going so slutty!” Nina said, the chubby Latina girl had a decent Nico Robin cosplay, but not really the body for it.

“I’m wearing her school uniform and sword, not going full—”

“You’ve told us a dozen times,” Marco, Nina’s twin brother, said. “Though, it would be honestly awesome to see you in full-on... god fibres.”

Reika went into a thirty minute explanation of Kill la Kill costumes, just to hide the fact that she was blushing incredibly hard that Joe, Jake, and Marco had turned their attention full on her.

Nina was pissed.

Reika didn’t get it. Obviously, Nina’s sluttiness made her way more interesting to Joe and Jake. Marco was going to wander off as soon as he saw a girl who had what Reika didn’t:

Tits.

“We’re really going to keep piling bodies into Betty?” Alicia asked as they found the third hotel booked up. The whole of downtown Tulsa was impossible to drive through with Tokyo OK in the swing of things.

“What else are we gonna do?” Dakota said.

“We need somewhere to sleep,” Casey said.

“I’ve got an idea,” Ivy said.

“I’m all ears,” Hale said. “I’m with Casey. I need you in a bed. Interstate road head is terrifying.”

“I didn’t hear you complain when you came in my mouth,” Casey said.

“That’s the number one time guys are known to have any complaints,” Alicia scoffed. “Ivy. Idea.”

“Tow-trailer.”

“What?”

“Seriously, we got the tent in the back, camping supplies for just Hale and Casey. But we get a tow trailer, we can drive more bitches and always have a bed.”

“Think you can find one?” Alicia asked. “Like right now?”

“What’s your price range?”

Hale looked for his phone for the first time in three states. He found it in the hidden cubby under the cuddle seat. “Fuck.”

“I don’t know how you didn’t have a panic attack,” Dakota said.

“I was too busy getting laid,” he said. “Uh... Think we can get something for, uh, less than 30K?”

“Cash?”

“Well, it’s a Visa.”

“I’ll find something.”

“I’ll find us somewhere to park Betty,” Hale said. “I wanna check out the anime convention.”

“Why?” Alicia said. “You’re not a nerd, are you?”

Reika turned in the mirror. Her hairclip wasn’t perfect and it fucking bothered her. She wasn’t a competitive cosplayer, but fuck, she wasn’t some slob either.

“You look amazing,” Marco said.

Reika just glared at him.

The boys always just said that.

“Let’s go,” Nina said, not saying anything. She never did. She never said anything mean to someone’s face and Reika felt like her silence was proof she had a lot of negative to say behind her back.

“Your skirt’s too long,” Jake said.

“No, that’s not an issue,” Reika said. “It’s technically shorter, but that’s because Satsuki’s 176cm and I’m—”

“I’m not listening to another lecture,” Joe said, slinging his badge over his decent Deku cosplay. It was like Joe was the only one who put effort in like Reika. He didn’t have the build for it but—

“Ugh!” Ivy turned up the volume from cuddle as Dakota drove. “Why am I here?! I wanted to see the cute anime tiddies!”

“So did I!” Dakota said.

“You’re here because you’re the only one who has a license,” Ivy said. She leaned over and ran her hands over Dakota’s thigh.

“Not while I’m driving!” Dakota half-panicked. “And besides Hale’s not here to watch.”

“You know, I like girls even when it’s not a show?” Ivy said.

“I like the show,” Dakota said.

“Bullshit,” Ivy laughed. “You just don’t want to get Betty fucked up while you’re driving. Alicia has a license.”

“And maybe I’d have been driving here with her if you hadn’t gotten on her about being so prejudiced. You basically forced her to be the playmate of the day by calling her out.”

“Well Casey—”

“Is trusted with the rings,” Dakota said. “Stop bitching. I can’t hear the GPS over your whining.”

“You’re eating my pussy in this camper as soon as we get it,” Ivy crossed her arms.

“You really want to baptize it without Hale?”

Ivy screamed in frustration.

It was easy enough to get three day es. There were more people in just casual summer clothes than in costumes, so it wasn’t like they didn’t fit in.

“Who’s your favorite redhead?” Casey asked, clinging to Hale’s arm, head on a swivel.

“You are,” he said with a kiss.

“Brunette?” Alicia asked.

“That would get me in trouble,” Hale said, kissing her.

“I meant... if we had done costumes... Spider-Man and MJ?”

“Isn’t MJ a black girl?” Alicia asked. “Zendaya, right?”

“I’d rather we did Kamina and Yoko Littner,” Hale said, ignoring Alicia.

“Oh! I’d look so hot with a big rifle,” Casey said. “We’re definitely doing a con somewhere next summer.”

“It’s a date,” Hale said.

“So we’re looking for a blonde?” Alicia said, pushing herself back into the conversation.

“Nina?” Reika came out of the stall and frowned to see her girlfriend had already left. Reika went to the sinks and washed her hands. She scowled at her hair clip once again. It had looked so perfect from the Etsy shop she had ordered. She picked up her sword, firmly in its scabbard with red security tape.

Nina wasn’t waiting for her outside of the restrooms either. Reika frowned.

“Oh my god! I love your costume! Can I get a picture?!”

Reika put on her most serious face and stood with her hands on her sword pommel as she took several pictures with the excited geeks.

“Thanks!”

“No trouble,” Reika said. “My hair looks OK, right? I can’t get this clip to—”

“You look perfect,” he said, with a look down at her small breasts.

She frowned. “I gotta find my friends.”

“Nina! Where are you?!” she texted quickly.

“Oh my god! What a gorgeous Satsuki! May I?”

“Of course,” Reika said. It had been like this all morning.

Alicia had to it, she was having fun. She had felt like a third wheel, but Casey’s pull was infectious. They had been ambushing cute cosplayers for pictures all morning.

“Her?” Alicia said. “Why is her hair up like that?”

“That’s a rule 63 Goku,” Casey said. “You’ve at least heard of Dragonball Z, I hope.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard of it,” Alicia said, defensively.

“She’s got a cute Super Saiyan costume, but...”

“Right,” Alicia agreed. “Let’s go say hi. I don’t like staring and then rejecting them without a picture.”

“I guess,” Casey said.

“Who should we be looking for?” Alicia asked.

“Hot? Preferably blonde so we can rub it in Ivy’s face,” Casey said.

“I meant... What’s Hale’s favorite anime?”

“He likes all the shounen staples: Dragonball, Naruto, Bleach, One Piece, My Hero Academia, Black Clover, Jujutsu Kai—”

“None of those mean anything to me,” Alicia said. “Well maybe Dragonball, Naruto, and My Hero Academia. Hi! I love your costume can we get a picture?”

“Sure,” the girl-Goku said. She posed for a kamehameha, with some prodding Alicia matched the pose and Casey snapped a bunch of pictures with her and Alicia’s phones.

“Thanks, you’re sweet,” Alicia said.

“You’re not a real blonde, are you?” Casey asked.

“Is Goku?” the cosplayer laughed. “Have fun!”

“You too.”

“What did that mean?” Alicia asked.

“Goku has black hair until he goes Super Saiyan and gets that up hairstyle. Apparently, Akira Toriyama changed the color because inking black hair every took too much time.”

“Right,” Alicia said, frowning. “But her hair’s yellow. That would be have to colored anyways, right?”

“Not by the inker,” Casey said. “And not in a black and white manga.”

“Manga’s the word for comics and anime is the cartoons?” Alicia said.

“How are you so out of this culture?”

“I had boys, parties, and cheerleading,” Alicia said.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty. Where did Hale get off to?”

“We lost him in the vendors,” Alicia said. “I texted him to meet us at auditorium 3.”

“Cool,” Casey.

Ivy tossed Hale’s phone down.

“They lost him,” she said.

“We’re here,” Dakota said. “Let’s get this done. I want to go play hide and seek at the con.”

“I’m going to be so pissed when they get us a super hot Sailor Moon to fuck and I didn’t get a vote,” Ivy said, climbing out of Betty.

“Hi!” Dakota said, walking over to the salesman. “We called about a tow trailer?”

“You’ve come to the right place!” he said.

“Ease up Donnie,” a tall black guy in a flashy suit came out of the main building. “I already got these girls covered.”

Donnie scowled at his partner. Not just because he was stealing the commission from a pair of young dumb girls. They were hot young dumb girls!

“Hey, where are you guys?”

“We’re down at auditorium 3,” Jake shouted back through his phone. “Nina says you ditched her. Not cool, Reika!”

“Fuck you!” Reika snapped. “She ditched me. Put that bitch on and—”

She blinked to have Jake hang up on her. Why would he do that... She needed to find Marco. He couldn’t fuck his sister so he’d not be such a prick to—

“That is an incredible Satsuki costume! Makes me so pissed I lost my phone.” She looked up and saw a cute tall boy with shaggy brown hair. “You, OK?”

“Lost my friends,” she said.

“Me too,” he said, with a smile. “I’m Hale.”

“Reika,” she said.

“It’s near perfect, I think the hair clip’s a little off, but I’d say it’s a good 9.5 out of 10. You even did the bangs right. That’s not a wig, is it?”

“I could’ve stuffed my bra too,” she said, smiling. She touched her clip. “But yeah, this didn’t match the picture on the website.”

Hale offered his hand and pulled Reika to her feet.

“Don’t care, you did great. Do you get paid for this?”

“No, this is all fun,” she said.

“Oh my god! What a great Satsuki-sama? I’m not interrupting, can I get a picture with your girlfriend?”

“You need her permission, not mine,” Hale said. Stepping back as the big thirty-something in a pretty awesome Wilson Fisk cosplay stepped in to get a picture with Reika.

“Wow,” Reika said. “Thanks.”

“Want some company?” Hale asked. “At least until we find my friends or yours?”

“Can we look for yours first?” Reika said, grumpily.

“Sure,” he said.

She was happy he didn’t press her. They started talking Kill la Kill, her costume was their icebreaker after all. It was only after they had moved onto the fifth anime, did Reika realize he hadn’t been pitching in at all, just content to let her run her mouth. She blushed and covered her face.

“Oh my god! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to monopolize everything,” she said.

“What? No, I just had never watched Akame ga Kill, I didn’t much to add,” he said. “Want to go through the vendors.”

“Akame ga Kill was the third anime... Oh god,” she said. “I’m not really much like this, I’ve just been—”

“All coiled up and in need of release,” he said. “Like a spring under pressure.”

“You can tell?”

“It got the sourness out of your eyes,” he said. “Fight with your friends?”

“I don’t know why, but there’s this one girl we’re with. She’s... She’s jealous. I don’t even want the boys she’s after... Because I know they’ll give up on me and settle for her straight after. I wanted fun, not drama,” she said.

“Fun drama’s not so bad,” Hale said. “So long as your friends aren’t being ive aggressive. But if they are... You’re free to hang out with me and mine. I always like having a beautiful girl to show off to them.”

“What are your buddies like?” she blushed furiously at being called beautiful. She couldn’t keep the smile off her face.

“There’s just two around here somewhere, I lost them when they caught sight of a sexy... You know, I don’t know who they were following. Some blonde out of Fairy Tail. Lucy? I Ezra Scarlet. I can’t even the fire breather’s name.”

“Erza Scarlet. And you’re thinking of Natsu—”

“Dragneel, right.”

“Right, anyway if you’re talking about the Lucy cosplayers, do you mean the really cute Lucy? Or the tall gangly one with big boobs?”

“Big boobs,” he said. “I think.”

“The other girl’s on the committee like me,” Reika said, looking down at her small breasts. “If you boobs, there’s definitely a prettier Lucy around.”

“I never forget boobs,” he said. “Even committee .”

She blushed again. They wandered into the artists, jewelers, toy-sellers, and authors. The crowds were packed tightly.

“Anything you were looking for?” Hale asked.

“I don’t know,” she said. “Most of my spending money’s got clipped by the gas, hotel room, and my food budget. Nothing big.”

“Anything you special you would be looking for?” he asked. “If you weren’t buying.”

“Not really,” Reika said. “I don’t know... I...” It felt really cruel to impose a shopping list on a boy she just meant. And if he did start spending money on her, was she going to be his prostitute?

She blushed harder.

“What about a plushie?” he asked, grabbing her elbow and weaving her up to a table. A tall middle-aged woman with a bright smile and a cardigan was standing in a cage of hanging plushies. He pointed, “What do you think?”

He was pointing at a cute sewn version of Ryuko, the hero of Kill La Kill to the antagonist that Reika was cosplaying as, in her Senketsu, the living uniform that turned more slutty and revealing as her combat prowess grew.

“That’s cute,” she said.

“Cool, we’ll take it,” Hale said, pulling out his wallet.

“You don’t have to...” she said.

“Oh?” he asked. “How old are you?”

“Eighteen, why?”

“No, you’re wrong. I definitely have to,” he said, grinning.

The vendor put the plushie in Reika’s hand before typing the price into the card machine and sliding it over to Hale. “You two have fun and be safe now.”

“We’ll do our best,” Hale said.

Reika hugged the Ryuko to her chest, almost forgetting her katana leaning on the table. She snatched it up. “You wanted to find your friends.”

“Eventually,” he said, then hummed and flexed his hand into a fist in front of him. “Though I guess sooner is better.”

“Oh,” she said, struck by a little disappointed.

“Hey, what do you think of this?” he gestured with his hand to show off a steel looking ring with Viking letters on it.

“That’s really cool,” she said.

“Yeah, we’ve got an extra one we were gonna give away to our favorite cosplayer,” he said. “I say we found her.”

Reika blushed. “Really? It’s not expensive is it?”

“However expensive it is, you’re worth it,” he said and poked the plushie in her splash of red hair. “Besides, you’ve got everything you need.”

“OK,” she said, laughing. She leaned on him, unable to get the smile off of her face. She’d never clicked so quickly with someone before. Or even clicked after a lot of time and effort.

“So, let’s go find the girls,” he said.

“Girls?” she said, struggling to find her smile again.

“Bust!” Alicia had to it she was having the time of her life. She and Casey, ambushing and flirting with pretty girls in absurd costumes. Except the girls often quickly got overwhelmed and ran off, turned out to be Only Fans whores, or were just too vapid to flirt back. Still, she never knew there was so much to do and see at a convention.

And it wasn’t all just total nerd stuff. There were representations of her favorite cartoons and books as kids. Celebrities, but with lines too long and she had nothing to get signed, from shows she liked even if they were being celebrated for stuff she’d never have touched.

“Yeah, that girl was dumber than a bag of hammers,” Casey agreed. “Dakota just texted. They got the camper.”

“Yay! We have somewhere to sleep tonight!” Alicia laughed. “Let’s go find Hale.”

“Right, he’s wearing that blue shirt of his.” Casey pushed her way through the people, a touch aggressively, but Alicia followed happily. They wandered and caught Hale coming out of the vendors area with a cute girl at his side.

Casey grabbed Alicia and pushed her back.

“What?” Alicia whispered, she turned towards the man Casey had pushed Alicia into. “Sorry.”

“No worries,” he said.

“Hale’s got a chick!”

“Blonde?” Alicia asked.

“Skinny, petite, Asian,” Casey said. “Cosplaying out of his favorite anime.”

“Really?”

“No. Shit. No it’s not Gurenn Lagann, but Kill La Kill’s Top 5 maybe. Top 20 at worst.”

Alicia glared at Casey.

“He’s watched close to a hundred, OK?” Casey said. “At least. That seems low.”

“So why are we hiding?” Alicia asked.

“Don’t we want to take her measure?” Casey said. “We’ll follow a ways behind him and see if we can’t do better.”

Alicia ducked her head out. She smiled to see the girl with him, she leaned back and smacked Casey upside the head.

“What?”

“She’s already got a teddy,” Alicia said.

“Huh?” Casey leaned out. Hale waved.

“Those are your friends?” Reika asked, her heart sank as she saw Alicia and Casey coming over. These girls were total knockouts. Alicia was tall, had huge tits, and a face that could pull your eyes away from her huge tits. Casey was more of a girl next door ginger type, but fuck, what kind of guy got to live next door to her?!

Reika dropped Ryuuko to her side.

Then she saw the rings on their fingers, matching Hale’s.

“I think I should go meet up with my friends,” Reika said.

“Oh, we’ll walk you down in a minute,” Hale said. “Alicia, Casey. This Reika, Reika, Alicia and Casey. Be kind to Alicia, she’s a cheerleader prom queen in a nerd’s world right now.”

Alicia gave Hale the middle finger followed by a hug. Reika got hugged by Alicia too, and then was overwhelmed by Casey’s hug.

“Holy shit! Look at this cosplay! Are you getting paid for this?” Casey said.

“No,” Reika said, smiling a little.

“10 out of 10, no notes,” Casey said. Reika looked up at Hale and smiled. At least he had been honest.

“Uh, who is she?” Alicia asked.

“Satsuki,” Reika answered. “From Kill La Kill.”

“It’s an action series about taking your clothes off to get more powerful,” Casey explained.

“Like our road trip?” Alicia said.

Reika saw the looks and smiles bounce around between everyone. She sighed. All the good ones were taken. Taken by multiple supermodels. Fucking universe...

“I was telling her we were looking for the best cosplayer to give our extra Draupnir too,” Hale said, toe-tapping Casey and nodding to her bag.

“So long as she’s cool and fun,” Alicia said. “Are you fun?”

“Not your kinda fun, I don’t think,” Reika said, quickly and defensively.

Casey laughed. “Oh, you definitely could be. You just need to shake off the worries.” Casey took out the ring.

“I don’t want to your cult,” she said, stepping back from it. “Oh my god, that was so mean. Sorry!” She put her hand on her chest. She looked to Hale: “Can we go to the auditoriums now? I had a lot of fun.”

Hale looked her up and down. “You sure? You weren’t eager to get back.” He put his palm over the ring and snatched it from Casey’s hand. “I’m kinda hungry. You want to grab a burger across the street?”

“Uh...” Reika looked at the other two. She really wasn’t good at saying no.

“We’ll catch up,” Casey said, grabbing Alicia’s elbow. “We’ve got to draw out some pentagrams and talk to Baphomet anyways. Cult stuff.”

“I really didn’t mean—”

“I love Baphomet, he is so sweet, isn’t he?” Alicia giggled.

“Totally,” Casey said, laughing as they left.

“Burger?”

“OK,” Reika said. “Are they... your girlfriends?”

“You’re about 50% right,” he said. “It’s not like you’re thinking though.”

“OK,” Reika said.

They stepped out of the convention center and crossed the street to the busy McDonald’s. Hale reached for the door when the yip made Reika jump. Despite the tons of foot traffic and cars. A coyote was sitting there, grinning. Or at least showing his teeth.

Reika looked on in surprise as Hale crossed the parking lot towards the coyote.

“What are you doing?”

“Coyotes are my spirit animal, come over,” he said.

Reika stayed a good pace behind Hale, but she did approach. “Don’t get rabies.”

“He’s not frothing or acting mad,” Hale said. “He’s here to help.”

“Help?”

Hale took out the ring and spun in on his hand before clasping his hand closed. “Shit!” he chased the ring down to the pavement. The coyote stepped on it. It growled at Hale and looked at Reika.

“Well?” Hale asked.

“What?”

“It’s not my ring to pick up anymore,” he said. “Best get it.”

“Is this your weird cult thing?” Reika said.

“It’s not a cult,” he laughed. “It’s a bunch of beautiful women, exploring America, and having a blast with magic rings.”

“Magic?”

“Yeah,” he said. “It’s like Konosuba. You met Darkness and Aqua, come be my Megumin.”

“That’s still a wild animal,” Reika said.

Hale got up and stepped two paces back. Reika retreated with him. The coyote took his paw off the ring. Reika squealed when Hale pushed her forward by the butt.

“Hey!” she said, holding her skirt down.

“If my friends had been dudes, you would’ve let me,” he said, smirking.

“Maybe,” she agreed. She looked at the coyote who took a step back. “I really thing we should just scare it off.”

“You’re much bigger than it, be scary,” Hale said. “Here, give me Ryuko and use your sword.”

“I don’t want to hurt it,” Reika said, but she did hand over the plushie to Hale. She pointed her sword out towards the coyote who retreated two more steps. Reika moved forward in tiny steps, barely the length of her feet. It took seven to get close enough to squat down. She pulled the back of her skirt down and made sure the coyote was a full sword’s length away. “This is so weird.”

Reika picked it up.

“Put it on so you don’t drop it,” Hale said.

The tip of her right index finger was already through the ring as she was lifting it in a pinch. She rested her sword on her knee as she pulled it tight to the bottom knuckle.

“Now I’m owed a favor,” the coyote said.

Reika screamed and fell back on her ass.

“I hate driving this!” Dakota said, as she found somewhere she could park the truck and trailer. “Oh my god, I’m not going downtown with it. I can’t!”

“They’ll have to cab or Uber out to us then,” Ivy said, putting her feet up on Dakota’s lap and turning up the music.

“You want to go back there and try out one those beds. Don’t you?” Dakota said.

“Obviously yes,” Ivy said. “But let’s hit a laundromat and like a Walmart or something. We need blankets and shit.

“What are you doing?” Linda demanded.

“Renting a car,” Terry said.

“For fuck’s sake,” Linda said. “It’s going to take just as long driving across the state, let alone all the paperwork renting the car and shit. Let’s just go to the airport and get the plane to Tulsa tonight.”

“This is important, Linda,” Terry said. “My father—”

“Knew you, your sisters, and your brothers could be total pricks and wanted his Betty in the hands of someone who would appreciate it, let alone enjoy it. I want to sit down for dinner with Hale and Casey... And his other girlfriends too. But we can’t make time go faster. We’ve been fighting for weeks. Can’t we at least pretend to be civil through a proper dinner and drinks?”

“No,” he said, dragging his suitcase to the car rental lot.

Linda didn’t follow him. She pulled out her phone and messaged Casey again. She wasn’t going to sit in a car with Terry for hours today. She’d get that later flight.

Hale waved Reika over when she stepped out of the restroom. Reika stopped. She was about to skip over, he had their food. When she saw Nina, Joe, and Jake come in.

They saw her.

“Hey! Reika!” Jake said, stopping right in front of Hale and assuming she had smiled for him.

“Oh, you’re Reika’s friends,” Hale stood up. “We were going to go looking for you after we ate. Grab your food and us.”

Jake sized Hale up in a heartbeat. Joe nodded and pulled Nina along before she said what was on her mind. Reika walked up. “Better get to the order box.” She directed Jake towards the screen.

“Right,” he said. “You missed the—”

Reika strode by him and stood over Hale. “You didn’t need to ask them to us.”

“You’re gonna want to grab your stuff from your room, aren’t you?” he asked. “Better than sneaking in like thieves.”

“What?”

“Sit down.”

She dropped onto the bench. He slid over making room.

“The ring gives me control over you,” he said. “There are rules, to protect you, and you’ll enjoy it.”

“That’s messed up,” Reika said.

“Kinda,” Hale said. “Depending on what the coyote asks for.”

“I have so many questions,” she said.

“Save them for after we ditch the friends who ditched you,” he said.

She nodded.

Joe carried over a tray with his and Nina’s food. Jake had a bag.

“So who are you?” Jake asked, dipping his chicken mcnugget with a glare in his eyes.

“I’m Hale, we ran into each other after Reika got ditched by her girlfriend in the bathroom,” Hale said.

Joe looked at Nina who at least blushed. Reika gave her a look.

“And we’ve been helping each other find our friends ever since,” Hale said.

“We told you where we were,” Jake said.

“We didn’t look very hard,” Reika said. “We’ve been having fun.”

She reached down and grabbed Hale’s hand. She didn’t want Nina asking about their now-matching rings.

“Fun?”

“Kinda like a date,” Hale said, swiping the legs out from under Jake. “Right?”

“Oh yeah,” Reika said. “I’m going to grab my shit from the room. I’ll get my own way home.”

“Home? Back to OK?” Joe asked.

“Eventually,” Hale agreed. “I’m on a road trip, California to North Carolina. She’s going to come with me.”

“There’s no fuckin’ way!” Jake said.

“Yeah, I am,” Reika said.

“Your mom’s going to have something to say about this?”

“I’m 18 and it’s not going to cost her any money,” Reika said.

“Let’s go,” Nina said, standing up.

“I’m almost done eating,” Joe said, looking at his fries.

“Eat and walk!” Nina said, stomping away.

“Reika, you can’t just—”

“Nina is so pissed, she’s going to fuck you and Joe tonight,” Reika said.

“No, dude,” Joe said. “I don’t like her like this. She’s all yours.”

Jake took off after Nina.

“Call your Mom,” Joe said, slowly finishing the rest of his fries.

“That could’ve went better,” Reika said as she hung up. “Thanks for talking to her.”

“It was easier talking to Dakota’s grandfather,” Hale said. “I think she’s going to call my mom.”

“That was a ballsy move. Giving her that number,” Reika unlocked her hotel room door. She stopped. “Who’s Dakota?”

“One of the other girls you haven’t met yet,” he said. He grabbed her skirt and pushed her through the door. The room was just a dumping ground, no one had slept in the beds yet. They were still made.

“OK, I guess I’ll get changed and pack up my—”

Reika squealed as Hale picked her up and tossed her to bounce on the mattress. He kicked off his shoes and scrambled up over her. “Don’t worry, I won’t ruin the costume.”

Reika swallowed, her face turned totally red. “You should know something!” she exclaimed.

“You’re a virgin?” he asked.

“Oh my god! You’re going to be pissed off I’m not a virgin? Oh shit... Look it was only one time, after prom, I didn’t know if I should or not but Marco kept pushing and pushing and it was easier to say—”

Hale grabbed her lips. “You’re allowed to not be a virgin,” he said. “You’re mine now. But you’re worried you don’t know what you’re doing, aren’t you?”

She nodded with her lips still caught in his hand.

“That’s OK too. I hoped I learned some over these last four weeks,” he said, grinning as he let her go. She watched him untie her neckerchief and pulled it out from under the top of her blazer. He ran his fingers down the center stripe. He frowned. “Zipper?”

“It’s a pullover actually,” she said. “Here...”

He grabbed her by the shoulders, teasing the braids of her epaulets and pulling her up to her feet.

“Oh my god,” she said. “The lights were off last time and... I was a little drunk.”

“We can try that sometime too,” he said, grinning. “Raise your hands.”

She put her arms up and swallowed nervously as he pulled the top away.

“You really don’t need the bra,” he said.

“I did, actually,” she said. “I stick up too much and you can see the color through the top if the light is right. I didn’t want to make a—”

He tossed away her bra and pushed her back down on her back. She tried to speak some more but his fingers went into her hair and he started aggressively making out with her.

His lips were soft, but he was assertive. She’d never been kissed like this, so demanding and it didn’t stop. His tongue danced around in her mouth, playing with hers before breaking away and biting her lip before starting again.

Her fingers seemed frozen, just holding his arms below the sleeves of his shirt. He was kissing her and fingering her hair, and his knees was pinning her legs together. This was making her heart pound like it never had before.

His smell filled her nose. It wasn’t any cologne she recognized. It was just him, a sort of fresh scent, but with a sweet edge to it. It was actually kind of intoxicating and comforting at the same time.

She could hear her heart beating in her ears. His hands came to her throat and began to slide down her collar towards her small breasts.

One hand tugged on her nipple and the other tangled in her hair again. He stopped kissing her mouth and began biting her chin and then kissed her throat. She almost felt like she was trapped. But she didn’t want to escape.

He pulled on her nipples and she squealed a high note. Her legs twitched and moved as her body tingled in pleasure. His hands were working her so skillfully, even when he switched to the other nipple.

He snapped his mouth down on her nipple and she squealed. The sounds coming out of her sounded foreign, too adult and sexual. It embarrassed her, but not so much that she wanted to stop.

She wanted more. And then he kissed her stomach, just at the base of her ribs. Her eyes were wide, staring at the roof. His mouth was moving towards her sex. She barely had her skirt and—oh my god! Her panties were too plain! She was going to look like such a little girl.

“Hale, I’m not wearing anything that’ll be right, you know? I should be—”

“Don’t worry,” he said, grinning up at her. “If you don’t like your clothes, I’ll get rid of them.”

He yanked down her skirt and her panties and made her squeal. He had to stop and get out of his own way, finally unstraddling her and letting her move her legs. She stayed still until she was wearing nothing more than the high heeled thigh-high boots that she had painted and altered. She felt more naked than ever before in her life. And he just lifted her thighs.

“Oh god!” she covered her face with her hands, peeking out between her fingers as his face came to her pussy.

Hale was licking her sex. He was tasting it. She had never felt more excited in her life. His tongue was rougher and bigger than whatever she had imagined. It was clear by the way her body shook with each lick, she was very much lacking in proper imagination.

“Hale, oh god,” she said, words tumbling out of her mouth in a violent cascade, “You’re licking my pussy! Oh shit! Is that supposed to feel so good? Are you doing something magical? Is this because of the ring? Is there something wrong with me?”

She started to lose oxygen, spending too much time rambling and considerably less breathing. And then Hale stuck his tongue inside her. She grabbed his head and pulled it closer to her, wanting him to do more with that tongue.

She felt a finger slide into her and realized that his mouth was sucking on her clit and his other hand was using her waist to lift and shake her straight onto two fingers. She screeched and covered her mouth again. She felt him smirk against her.

He decided to make her cum before he fucked her. Reika felt him enforcing control, of both her and her body. She was struggling to not lose herself. She had to fight to stay in her own mind. She couldn’t...

His fingers curved up and rubbed that secret spot and his tongue was flicking her clit. Her toes curled in her boots. She tossed a pillow off the bed, just needing to thrash a little. She wasn’t saying so many words any more. She gasped and breathed in strangled awkward pants.

Her flavor changed, more savory, running wetter. Hale sucked her clitoris harder and used her hair to fuck her while his fingers reached deeper and hit all the right places. She screamed again and came on his mouth. She was crying out, her chest going up and down, her arms and shoulders shaking.

Hale kissed her, she didn’t even realize he was up her body again. The taste on her lips made her eyes cross when she realized she was slurping her own scent off his lips. Their kiss was wild and she yanked and tugged at his shirt.

She slowly steadied and he threw away his shirt, She grabbed his belt unbuckling it and unzipping him, pulling down his pants until he also undid the button.

“Heh,” she said, blushing more from her recent orgasm but quite a bit from embarrassment. He thrust his pants away.

They were all but naked: she in her boots, he in his socks.

“Oh god!” she said, seeing a cock bouncing over her for the first time. Gingerly, she wrapped it in her fingers. The words waterfalled again. “I don’t think I’m made for one this big... You can’t go at me like you did with your tongue.”

“I’ll figure out a way that I can,” he said, grinning.

She nodded, kissing him as he picked her fingers from the shaft and lined himself up with her pussy. She reached up, grabbing the headboard, the half-memory of punch and pain surfacing before she felt him slide into her. She gasped.

Her teeth ground; she was feeling very vulnerable, but he fit her in a way she hadn’t expected. She started panting, her hips slowly rocking as he sank into her.

Her face turned to worry. “I can’t—”

“You can take it,” he said, gently thrusting.

She nodded. That wasn’t what she was going to say. She wanted to tell him that she couldn’t believe that two people were made to fit so perfectly. She was gasping and breathing now. They scrambled to kiss as he slowly humped her. She just enjoyed being wrapped around him, feeling his heat and smelling his skin.

And then he sped up. She laughed like a pig when the next thrust landed just right. His hand was sliding down her hair, his thrusts echoing under her skin and tickling her brainstem. She yelped as his hand tightened and started fucking her in bursts. Her spine was flinging off the bed as her thighs slapped his hips, exalting the rhythm with his dick in her pussy.

She grabbed at his shoulder, holding him with one arm. She tightened the other on the headboard. Her eyes opened and they gasped and grinned at each other as they felt themselves approaching together.

“I just need a bit more,” Reika begged. “Please!”

Hale nodded, trying his best to hit that precipice together with her. He took her lip in his teeth, biting and teasing it, but gently. Her thighs had wrapped around his and she dug her heels into his calves. He bent forward, forcing her to arch her back. His chest crushed her nipples, the sensation shocking her down to her pussy.

She moaned into his mouth, biting his bottom lip as her pussy contracted hard and started milking his dick. She couldn’t get enough. They were both grunting.

“Now!” he demanded.

Vertigo hit her, and then she came. His body was tightening as his dick spat cum inside her. She could feel it filling her pussy and slipping out, dripping into the crack of her ass.

“Oh, fuck me!” she cried.

“I am fucking you,” he said, grinning down at her as his hips wiggled and her pussy still squeezed him tight. They collapsed, breathing and panting. Giggling and smiling.

He picked the hair clips out of her hair. She rolled over and their legs intertwined as they grinned into each other’s faces.

The door opened.

“Shit!” Marco said.

The door slammed shut.

There was a knock.

“No cuddling then?” Reika said.

“Not this time,” he said. “But you get dibs on cuddle when we get to the truck.”

“You look run through,” Donnie had brought Greg a coffee to celebrate the sale. “Congrats on the commission.”

“That commission’s getting halved because they made me call in the boys to hook it up. To get the sale, not in addition to it.”

“They were going to buy it no matter what,” Donnie said.

“The squaw maybe,” Greg said, sighing. “But that Latin bitch was cutthroat. There were cheaper, uglier, smaller trailers on the lot. If she thought it was a better deal, she’d have spent considerably less money. That girl can walk away.”

“I wouldn’t mind watching that,” Donnie said.

“God, they were cute weren’t they?”

“Did you offer to take them out for drinks?” Donnie asked.

“Yeah,” Greg said, sighing. “Turns out Dakota can say no as hard and as clearly as the spic.”

“You just made yourself, personally, two-and-a-half grand today,” Donnie said. “Maybe lay off the slurs?”

“Fuck, you sound like my wife,” Greg said. “Fuck, thanks for reminding me, I got to go put my ring back on.”

Reika was wearing civvies when she returned to the con. She actually didn’t mind feeling invisible again. After all, she couldn’t see a few inches further than Hale herself. Reika checked her phone.

“It looks like they’re outside the vendors,” she said.

“Good,” Hale said. “I gotta keep better tabs on my phone.”

“I dunno,” Reika said, as the security rummaged through her bag. “I kinda like having your attention, no phone in the way.”

He gave her a kiss and she blushed furiously. He slung her bag up on his shoulder and took her hand.

They found Alicia and Casey pretty quickly. “We bought some cute jewelry!” Alicia said, showing off new earrings, a necklace, and a bracelet. Casey had a couple of necklaces, dangling into the pit of her cleavage.

Hale raised Reika’s hand and showed off the viking ring. “We did the same.”

Reika had the wind knocked out of her for how fast Alicia hugged her. “Oh she’s adorable! Blonde next time though.”

“I’m talking to Dakota,” Casey waved her phone. “They’re out at a Walmart and want us to cab out. I don’t think she’s comfortable driving the truck and trailer.”

“I’ve never driven something like that myself,” Hale said. “Well,” he showed off Reika with both his hands. “Should we send some pics?”

“No,” Alicia said. “We’ve been lying to them all day. Let them think we got our blonde.”

“Blonde?” Reika asked, worried.

“Next time,” Casey said.

“Unless I run into another obvious choice like Reika,” Hale said.

“Of course!” Alicia said. “Oh she’s so~oo cute! Do you fuck girls well, Reika?”

Reika was fire truck red and the only vocalization she could make sounded like a rasp across sandpaper.

Dakota was wiping her hands on the skirt of her dress. She wasn’t wearing underwear. Her nipples were pricking through the light fabric. She was wearing a summer dress. Ivy had on a bikini top and baggy shorts. Dakota felt she looked sluttier.

“It’s been hours since someone’s touched my butthole!” Ivy complained with a loud slurp of sweet tea.

“God, I can’t believe you just shout shit like that out in the parking lot,” Dakota whispered.

“I’m not shouting,” Ivy said. “I could though! Allow me to demonstra—”

Dakota grabbed Ivy by the back of the head and kissed the girl to stop the words coming out of her mouth. They bounced, rolling one pair of shoulders than the next into the blocky tow-trailer they had bought.

“You’re worse than I am!” Ivy laughed.

“Of course I am!” Dakota hissed. “I want Hale to fold me like bad cards.”

“That’s not the kind of to fold verb you want to use,” Ivy said. “Something like laundry or origam—”

The cab pulled up alongside Betty, the tow-trailer, and the two frantically making out brown girls close enough to make Dakota leap out of Ivy’s arms. Her skirt floated, giving the cabbie a good flash of Dakota’s bubble butt before she squealed and slapped her skirt down front and back.

“That’s not the Cynthia you sent us!” Ivy pointed at Reika.

“Sorry? I—”

“Bitch, that old whore was like 40,” Alicia laughed.

Reika squealed as Ivy smashed her with a hug. “I was hoping for a cosplayer, but you’re dressed like you want to play tennis.”

“I love tennis,” Reika said.

“She was dressed in a smoking Satsuki-Sama,” Casey said. The cab drove off. “But she put real people clothes back on after Hale undressed her.”

Reika’s head was on a swivel.

“That explains this,” Dakota said, pulling Ryuko out of Reika’s hands. Hale was being ignored as he tossed Reika’s bag over his shoulder.

“C’mon, Ivy, Dakota,” he slapped the trailer. “I think we’re owed a tour.”

“Right!” Dakota said. “Ivy got us a great deal! C’mon!”

She hopped the hitch, but everyone else took the long way around. The entrance was on the enger side. “So you don’t walk out into traffic,” Ivy happily declared.

“C’mon! C’mon! We just made the beds and everything!” Dakota said, unlocking the door and opening it up. It was a long trailer, almost 30 feet long, and tall enough that only Hale and Dakota risking hitting some of the ceiling fixtures.

“We filled the water tanks and bought a propane tank for the stove,” Ivy said.

“Ivy made the salesman hook it up,” Dakota said. “She wanted to do everything herself.”

“We’re going to be doing it ourselves on the road,” Ivy said, she sighed letting the fight go. “Look, there’s a big queen bed right at the front, then this kitchenette, the table folds up and you can make the bench and extra bed. There’s some bunk beds in the back. None of them had showers built for two.”

“Which reminds me, we got to get the water reservoir filled,” Dakota said. “Dammit, I knew we forgot something.”

“We loaded our gear into the storage and closets. Just us and the plushies in Betty,” Ivy said, with a quick glare hoping to shut up Dakota’s self-recriminations. “We also loaded the pantry with easy road food. Nothing perishable.”

“This was one of the few big enough that the toilet wasn’t in the shower,” Dakota said. “I can’t believe you almost walked to the gross one, Ivy.”

“I’m willing to hook up a propane tank,” Ivy said.

“OK!” Hale said. “You did good.” He grabbed Ivy and Dakota for a kiss. Then he stepped aside and Casey and Alicia grabbed Dakota and Ivy for kisses. Hale put his hand on Reika’s butt. She stood frozen.

“Oh my god...” she said, when Alicia let go of Dakota. Hale pushed Reika forward.

“You are really cute,” Dakota said, grabbing Reika by the elbows.

“Thanks, you’re really pretty too,” Reika said, straightening her spine.

“Have you three been playing with her all day?” Ivy’s hands on Reika’s butt made the Japanese girl jump in surprise. Ivy lifted her skirt. “We’re going to baptize this whole camper.”

“Hell yeah we are!” Casey said, kneeling on the welcome mat as she unbuckled Hale’s belt.

“Wait, this isn’t a cult, is it?” Reika said. “There’s not, like, a blood sacrifice or something in—”

“That sounds awesome,” Alicia said, sticking her fingers in the string of Reika’s thong and pulling down. “Blood for Hale! Blood for Hale!”

“What?!” Reika said.

Ivy ed in “Blood for Hale! Blood for Hale!”

“Blood’s a bit much,” Dakota said, running her hands up Reika’s chest and pinching her nipples through her top. “Whimpers for Hale?”

“Moans for Hale?” Ivy kissed Reika on the ear.

“Screams for Hale?” Alicia pulled her finger from her mouth and shoved it up Reika’s asshole. Reika squeaked and jumped. Ivy and Dakota grabbed her airborne legs and rushed over to the bed.

“Reika for Hale!” Casey giggled pulling Hale’s pants down and helping him step naked towards the pile of bodies on the queen size bed.

Reika was crowded on all sides by beautiful girls. She had Alicia’s big breasts in her face. Reika had Dakota’s wet pussy sitting on her knee. Reika had Ivy’s aggressive hands hiking up her skirt.

Hale pushed Alicia aside. “She needs to breathe.”

“Not as much as you’d think,” Alicia giggled. Hale grabbed her behind the head and kissed her. Reika was watching them make out, confused by the feeling of Hale’s cock pressed to her pussy.

“You gotta make every play you can,” Ivy said, whispering in Reika’s ear.

“Because, we don’t always help you get laid,” Casey said, grabbing Hale’s cock and dragging it into Reika’s quivering pussy.

“You’re gonna need to speak up for yourself after this welcome party,” Dakota said. Her arm slid under Reika’s head and looped over. She tangled her fingers with Alicia’s and they leaned on each other, making out and breathing hard through their noses.

Ivy climbed over Reika to suck on her tits. Casey put her mouth to Reika’s toes, which made the girl scream and thrash more than all the other stimulation. Alicia forced Reika’s head down to kiss her harder. Dakota grinned, turning her attention to Hale, kissing him as he slid in and out of Reika.

“Oh fuck me!” Reika screamed, only clear that Hale was fucking her because he was the only man. She was overwhelmed, confused, and amazed that this attention, from girls, was making her heart flutter. Yes, she was getting that amazing dick, but the girls were there too.

And Reika loved it.

Thin fingers wrapped in warm rings sent tingles through skin and flesh. The trailer bobbed and rocked as they squeezed tightly into the fuck. Hale was groaning, enjoying Reika’s spastic uncontrolled response to stimulation.

“Cum little girl,” Alicia demanded, breaking their kiss and feeding her nipple into Reika’s mouth. Reika’s eyes went wide as Alicia breast smothered her. The pleasure she could draw was magical.

“You can’t have all the fun!” Ivy said, taking her mouth away from Reika’s dark nipple. “So cum and let some else take the dick.”

“I really need it,” Dakota pleaded. She kissed Hale again, reaching behind him and rolling his balls in her fingers.

“Oh god,” Reika said, muffled into tit. “I’m close. Am I allowed to cum already?”

“Yeah!” several mouths exclaimed. “Do it!”

Reika, on her back, her skirt shoved up above her hips, her body bouncing on the bedsprings with every thrust of Hale’s dick. She screamed, as Casey nipped her big toe, and the dam burst.

She tore up the bedspread as she thrashed on her shoulders. She pitched away all the girls as Hale hammered her through the shocks.

The smell of sex was thick. It was overwhelming. It wasn’t just the musky scent of soaked pussy, it was the thick sweat of a camper on a hot day, the leather smell of the seats and cushions.

She stared at the ceiling, holding her heart, gasping for breath.

“Have fun?” Dakota asked mounting Reika and brushing her hair with her fingers.

“I, uh, are we going to—” Reika asked, nervously looking into Dakota’s eyes.

“No, everyone’s going to,” Dakota’s voice twisted as Hale’s cock, slick with Reika’s generous fluid, slipped effortlessly into Dakota’s pussy.

“Why the fuck did I let her call dibs?” Ivy muttered.

Reika watched Dakota rock with every thrust. Reika was frozen in the moment, her mind catching up with the madness she had ed into. It took her a moment, she stroked Dakota’s cheek. Dakota sucked on Reika’s thumb. Reika instigated the kiss on Dakota.

Kissing a girl, from her own volition, was so different than kissing a boy. She had the ability to think, unlike during the fuck. Dakota was struggling to kiss back; Hale wasn’t going easy on Dakota’s pussy.

Reika tasted Dakota’s drooling spit. Reika nipped and pulled Dakota’s lips. It was crazy. Alicia, Casey, and Ivy had their hands everywhere. Dakota was huffing and wildly puffing as Hale ramped his energy up. He had a need, half-spent himself on Reika, and Dakota was getting no slow-build in his sexual hunger. He pumped her like a piston. Dakota pulled her lips away and whimpered as her brain was scrambled by her orgasm. She tried to keep their kiss, but Reika was left staring at Dakota’s gasping mouth as it emitted high-pitched whimpers and muted moans. She felt the spray of Hale’s cum shooting up between her own and Dakota’s stomachs.

The bodies collapsed.

“I think you cum-glued them to the sheets,” Casey said, giggling.

“Oh well,” Ivy said, grabbing Hale’s cock with her viking ring. She felt him rise to life. She grinned. “Wouldn’t you know we got two bunkbeds and two hide-a-beds to try out.”

“Two hide-a-beds?” Casey said.

“Kitchen table and the sofa.”

“That’s really only a love seat,” Alicia said.

“Don’t worry, we can fold you into it if we have to,” Ivy said, kissing Alicia and pulling the unfucked girls down the trailer.

Reika rolled Dakota off of her. Dakota, in need of a cuddle, latched back onto Reika and nuzzled her face into Reika’s shoulder.

“And you’ve got me for weeks,” Reika muttered.

“Girl,” Dakota laughed. “We’ve got you for life.”

“May?” Linda stood up in the restaurant and waved over the woman she had been texting.

“It’s pronounced ‘Mai’,” Reika’s mother said.

“Like, ‘My what a beautiful woman!’?” Linda said, forcing Mai into a hug that wasn’t quite like her. “Thanks for coming out to help me spend time before my flight.”

“I’m more interested in learning about your son,” Mai said. She took the seat across from Linda.

“Oh, warning, I’m going to be singing his praises,” Linda said.

“I suspect you will,” she said.

“Do you want something to drink?” Linda asked. “I’ve got the tab and I’m a little miffed at my husband so I don’t mind spending extra.”

“Does Hale take after his father?” Mai asked, sharply.

“Quite a bit,” Linda said. “Honorable, stand up guy.”

“But angers the women in his life?” Mai asked.

“Oh, Terry’s not Hale’s father. He’s his step-father,” Linda said. “I’ve remarried.”

“Why didn’t things work out with Hale’s father?”

“I think both of us were too young,” Linda said. “And neither of us knew what the other thought a relationship, let alone a marriage, should be before we had run off, got hitched, and Hale was on the way.”

“So it was quick? Like how quickly Reika threw herself into Hale’s arms?”

“Not that quick,” Linda said, shaking her head. “But nearly.”

Reika sat naked on the kitchen table, munching on cold pop-tarts and listening to Ivy’s squeaking cries from the top bunk of the bunk beds.

“Oh shit!” Alicia said, stumbling naked out of the bathroom. “There’s no water.”

“Oh shit!” Dakota said. “We didn’t fill up the water tanks!”

“Oh shit...” Casey said. “I really need to pee.”

Getting dressed in wrinkled clothes that smelled of the hotboxed sex. Reika followed Casey and Dakota across the parking lot in search of the bathrooms.

Ivy and Hale didn’t notice. Hale was completely scatterbrained and punch drunk after double-up fucking all five of his girls. Ivy was a squealing happy mess, as she knotted her ankles behind his ass and pushed up with the last vestiges of power in her tired over-fucked body. They made out like crazy. The trailer rocked less than it had for the four hours they had been holed up inside.

“Wait, wait,” Ivy said, lifting Hale’s cock.

He gave her a nasty grin as he slipped out of her gaping pussy. It left a long, thin trail of glistening juices, a shining rope of her secretions and his cum sticking and then breaking. “Wait for what?”

“Oh, I just need a bit more. You needed a breath,” she said, stroking his cheek. She grabbed his cock and pulled him back in. Her hips weakly wiggled in encouragement.

He kissed her, filling her mouth with his tongue. She giggled, giddy in his arms. She ground her clit hard against his hips and dragged him through his orgasm as he moaned and ejaculated into her. She squeezed tighter, rocked harder, breathed shallower. Her face reddened to near purple as she chased herself off the last precipice and orgasmed into a loose empty puddle.

It took a few minutes, for her to stabilize and catch her breath.

“Hale, honey,” she said. “I need to pee.”

He moaned in such pitiably overtiredness. She tried to hold it in. When he finally had the breath to climb off of her, the girls were coming back.

“You guys went out?”

“They needed to pee,” Alicia said. “We didn’t fill the water tanks yet. Rookie mistake.”

“It is our first day with a trailer,” Dakota said, defensively.

“Oh god! There’s no water! I need my clothes to pee!” Ivy’s head was on a swivel, completely unsure of where and how she had gotten undressed hours before.

“God, last night was insane,” Reika said as Hale slipped the hose into the fresh water tank.

“You sure you don’t want to go back to the con?” Hale asked. “You paid for three days.”

“There’s a few more s to see, but no, I don’t want to run into my friends again,” Reika said. “I kinda want this chapter of my summer to be it’s own thing.”

“Cool cool,” Hale said. “In that case, what do you want to do today?”

“My choice?” she asked, purring.

“Everyone wants to do that!” Casey shouted out the open window.

Reika blushed. “Well, I mean... I’m not used to this kind of wild sex road trip stuff!”

Hale nodded to the surrounding rest stop. A few other truckers were taking very long third, fourth, of fifth looks at the pretty Japanese girl. Reika’s face went behind her hands.

“So, just driving, fucking, and a late dinner?” Hale said, pressing harder and speaking boisterously. He had five gorgeous girls riding with him, he had nothing but pride in showing off.

“Oh my god!” Reika said.

“We could go shopping?” Casey suggested.

“We go shopping all the time,” Dakota said. “Maybe we can find a... I dunno... roller rink or something? Something athletic.”

“That sounds fun,” Alicia said.

“I like playing tennis,” Reika said.

“Tennis it is,” Hale said.

“What?” Reika said. “I was just offering a suggestion. I don’t want to force anyone to—”

“I got a club that rents courts and rackets. Relatively private too,” Ivy shouted out. “Let’s fucking go!”

“Oops!” Hale laughed as the water sprayed back out the overflow vent. He switched off the hose and walked it back to the pump. He smiled at Reika and gestured for her to screw on the cap. “Tennis it is.”

Linda hugged Mai in another not quite reciprocated hug.

“Thanks for talking me into what I already wanted,” Linda said.

“No problem,” Mai said. “Thanks for being honest about your boy. You could’ve backed him wholly.”

“The way I see it, every girl that gets swept up with him is potentially family. We look out for family,” she said. “That means I gotta give Reika as good as I give Hale.”

“Yes,” Mai said. “I would choose Reika, in a heartbeat.”

“And I’d choose Hale,” Linda said. “It was lovely getting to know you. Thanks for the company.”

“Have a safe flight back to New York,” Mai said, happy this part was handled with just a wave.

The tennis club was shaded with tall trees all around the chain-link fences. Reika hopped, balanced on her toes, getting some energy into her step as she moved to show off. Cosplay, tennis, and piano—but she wasn’t good at piano—were the few places where she strived to be her very best. In every other facet of her life, she was always the go-along get-along girl. The how can I help without outshining everyone else? Nina wasn’t the first girl to judge Reika so harshly for “being better” at anything.

The nail that sticks up gets hammered down.

Except, she had to be her best at tennis. Anything short of her best was an insult to her opponents. She had to be her best at cosplay because she was lifting up someone else’s hard work, someone else’s success. All that love, joy, and dedication out there needed to be matched. She had to be her best at piano, and her best wasn’t very good. She just didn’t have an ear for music. Since she’d bene in Betty she’d heard a dozen different bands she’d only barely recognized. Songs that most of the girls, would openly and brightly sing along to.

And, standing out among these girls, got her lifted higher. Or fucked into a mattress. Her step was a little bit off because her thighs were sore in a day-brightening way.

The squeaky wheel gets the grease.

“Are you ready?!” She asked Hale. She was bouncing a ball and testing the rented rackets. “I don’t usually play boys, but don’t go easy on me.”

“Right,” he said. “Then I better win.”

“Have you ever played tennis before?” Casey asked.

“Yes,” Hale said. “Maybe five times in my life though.”

“Any excuse to wear skirts like this,” Ivy said, flipping up Casey and Dakota’s new skirts and grabbing their cheeks.

Reika blushed furiously. She gasped and turned to Hale.

“Wait! I play tennis for school credits. I’m the top ranked girl’s player in my school. I don’t want to wipe the floor with you. Oh god, what if I—”

“What if you don’t play your best and make Hale feel good by letting him win?” Casey asked. “OK, there’s a couple of older men at that last court down the way. Maybe, ease up on super-slut, Ivy.”

“Then swat my hand away,” she said.

Casey sighed.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought” Ivy said, but when she made a drum roll of their butts, Casey finally slapped Ivy’s hand away.

“Do your best,” Hale said, kissing her. “I’ll do mine.”

“OK,” Reika said. “But we need a ref to call the—”

“Dibs!” Alicia said. “The ref’s chair’s got a parasol.”

“We’ll take court number two,” Alicia said, patting Dakota’s ass with her racket.

“I guess that makes me ref number two,” Ivy said, traipsing off after them.

“You want to serve?” Reika asked.

“Ladies first,” he said, graciously. He tossed his racket in his grip to spin it catching it and swinging with a good flourish.

“Your form is terrible,” she said. “Maybe it’d be better if I spent the day giving you lessons. I mean, this way it’s not—”

“If you don’t get over there and serve I’ll strip you naked on the court,” he said.

Reika flash-fried into a red tomato. She giggled and even skipped a step as she crossed the court and ran the soles of her shoes across the grass. She licked her lips and flexed her thighs. She looked across at Hale. Hale took what was a very amateurish stance. She frowned.

“OK, but don’t hate me?”

Alicia laughed at her.

The serve went up. The ball zipped straight down to Hale’s racket, he smacked it back, she danced and hit it back to him. It was clear she wasn’t playing her best.

“I’m insulting him!” she screamed in her mind. The ball came back to her for the second time. She grunted as she slammed the ball with her best forehand. Hale chased the ball, missed by a wide margin.

“15 Love!” Alicia called out.

“Alright,” Hale said, grinning. He picked the ball up and bounced it.

“It’s till Reika’s serve,” Alicia onished Hale, speaking up for Reika.

“Right!” Reika said. “It’ll be your serve after I get my game. I mean, if I win the game!”

“I know what you meant,” he said tossing the ball across to Reika. “Let’s go.”

“30 Love!” Alicia called out.

“What the fuck is this love nonsense?” Ivy asked from her ref’s chair.

“You never have nothing, you at least have love,” Dakota tried to explain.

“Fuck that, Reika’s filling him up with love so she can just get gutter-fucked when she wins,” Casey said, setting Reika’s face on fire.

“Good plan.”

“Are we going to play?” Dakota asked.

“40 Love!” Alicia called out with a mellifluous giggle.

Hale shook his head. “Alright, I’m warmed up. I know what I’m against, give me your best!”

“Really?” Reika said. “Obviously, I wouldn’t half-ass it. Promise. Let’s uh...”

Hale returned the serve and Reika backhanded the volley a half-centimeter from the boundary.

“Game! Reika!”

“Woo!” Hale said. He yanked his shirt off. Reika bit her lip, and didn’t notice the other girls giggling. “My serve?”

“Yeah, any time you’re ready,” Alicia said.

Hale bounced the ball twice and slammed the serve across the net.

“Fault!”

“What?” Hale said.

“You serve left-to-right and then right-to-left, ad nauseum,” Reika said, drawing an X with her racket to show what she meant.

“Uh, cool, so other way now?” He asked. She gave him the instructions and he bounced the ball and slammed the serve straight into the net.

“Double fault, love-15!” Alicia said.

“OK, let’s get this done,” Hale said.

“You’re getting better,” she said. “I’d be much better helping you out against of the girls more your speed.”

“If you’re speeding away beyond me,” Hale said. “I’m stamping betty’s gas pedal.”

“OK,” she said. “Nice serve!” she said, honestly before forcing him to race across the court and slap the ball back to Reika.

“Out! Love-30!” Alicia said.

“Love-40! Game!” Alicia was laughing terribly by that announcement.

“Don’t be so mean,” Reika said. “He really is getting better and—”

Reika’s jaw wobbled unclosed as Hale kicked his shorts off over his shoes and stood in just his boxers, socks and sneakers.

“But—Huh?”

“Oh, is that what we’re playing for?” Ivy laughed. “Casey, you owe the pot your t-shirt.” Ivy got Casey’s green button-neck in the face when she turned back.

“Um?” Reika said, looking down the courts to see the two old men were not really playing too hard, eyes unable to stay on the ball. “Well, uh, that’s... we’re in public and... we could... uh...”

“Reika?” Hale said.

“Yeah?” she asked. “If you got questions, you should hold your racket to your chest so you can get answers.”

“Right,” she said, pulling her racket to her chest. “It’s just... This isn’t really the time or place for—What?! Hey!”

“15-love!” Alicia called out, clapping loudly for Hale.

“That was a low down trick!” Reika said.

“Gotta play to my strengths,” Hale said. He slammed another serve across the net. “Reika. Stop.”

Reika’s arm twitched as Hale’s voice cut off her strength halfway through the string.

“I haven’t really shown off what I can do with these rings,” Hale said, laughing like a supervillain as Alicia said: “30-love!”

“Wait!” Reika said.

Hale smirked. “You need to tie your sneakers.”

“What! They’re tied! I wouldn’t go out on the court with loose laces, that would risk me tripping and falling and—”

“If you need to tie them and you have them already tied. I guess you have to untie them first,” Hale said. He kissed his ring. “Get to it.”

Reika dropped down to her sneakers and began pulling at the laces.

“Fault!” Alicia was nearly laughing herself sick.

Reika moved faster. She yanked the laces out tight before going into tie them. The ball bounced across her field of view.

“40-love.”

“Here, use ours, we’ll go get that one!” Dakota said, gleefully.

“Goddammit! You’re cheating!” Reika said, climbing to her feet in the instant she needed to smack the ball back to Hale.

“Dammit!” Hale laughed. “Reika spin yourself around until you’re dizzy!” he said, but missed the ball.

“40-15!”

Reika began twirling and finally a smile hit her lips. She put her hands over head and whirled the racket around as Alicia called out.

“Game! Hale!”

“Whoa,” Reika said, twisting and stepping awkwardly to the right. She bit her lip and grabbed her forehead.

“My serve?”

“No, you gotta take your shirt or skirt off,” Casey giggled.

“Panties!” Ivy shouted over Hale saying, “She takes her panties off first.”

“Great minds think alike,” Ivy bragged.

“And fools seldom differ,” Dakota stuck her tongue out at Ivy.

Reika’s fingers were shaking as she reached under her skirt. Her eyes almost went over to look at the old men playing six courts away, but instead she focused directly down, at the mid-point of her sneakers. She licked her lips and squatted, swiftly pulling down her pink cotton panties. “Uh...”

She held them and looked for where to throw them. Hale had tossed his shirt and shorts on opposite sides of the court boundaries. Reika didn’t want to throw her underwear.

She stood froze.

“It’s your serve,” Hale said, smiling.

Reika nodded, she wrapped her panties around the handle of her racket and tightened her fist around them. She wobbled in her sneakers, pulling her skirt down with every mild disturbance from the light breeze or her body’s movements.

Hale laughed his supervillain laugh.

“Don’t flash those old guys,” Hale said.

“Yeah!” Casey said. “Your ass is ours!” She frowned. “Hale’s?”

“Ref?” Hale asked.

“Rule on the court is ‘Ours’,” Alicia said. “Your serve, Reika.”

“Right, uh, right,” she said.

She couldn’t quite do her best serve, holding down her skirt with her off hand after tossing the ball. Hale connected and sent it back. Reika’s handicap wasn’t enough to slow her down. Dakota and Casey’s game was long forgotten, only Casey’s top gone by strip rules. Six receptions from Hale and he said: “Look out! Your skirt’s coming up!”

“Aah!” Reika squealed.

“Love, 15!” Alicia yelled.

With Casey taking the job of Reika’s ball-girl and Dakota on Hale’s side of the court, the game accelerated. Reika stepped up to serve again.

“Careful with that jump!” Ivy called out.

“Oh! Pussy shot!” Casey cheered.

“You might not want to lunge like that,” Dakota suggested.

“Love, 30!” shouted Alicia.

“Oh my god!” Reika said.

“Love, 40!”

Hale was happy he wasn’t forced to cheat ever serve and volley any more. He slammed a ball too far for an embarrassed Reika to chase it. “Game!” He tossed his racket, caught it backwards an mimed pumping it like a shotgun.

“That’s the top,” he said.

“Oh wow...” Reika said. She put the racket between her legs. She waddled until Casey was in the line of sight between her and the old men who had just staked out places by their net to watch the spectacle. “Oh fuck...”

She whipped her top off, panting like she had run a mile. She stood their, frozen like a deer in headlights, standing in her red skirt and pale pink sports bra. Casey jogged over. She grabbed the top and picked the panties out from Reika’s clenched fist. “Trophies!”

Reika squealed.

“Your serve,” Alicia said.

The girls catcalled and needled her more and more. Still, she never got a fault, never hit the ball out, but Hale wasn’t having much trouble banging it back out and back at her. Her knees wobbled when she stood still. She tried to ramp up her energy, bouncing on the balls of her toes.

“Look at her skirt bounce! Go on, girl!” Ivy’s cheer was punctuated by “Net! 15, 40!”

“Goddammit, Hale, do better,” Dakota said.

“She is lovely and distracting,” he said. Reika accepted the ball from Casey and set up another serve.

“God, I love her legs!” Casey said, and whistled.

“Game!” Alicia called, while Reika’s head was turned.

“Gotta strip?” Reika asked, realizing she could feel excitement under the crushing weight of the embarrassment. She squatted down and reached for her laces.

“No, you gotta keep the shoes on,” Hale said. “Safety.”

“B-but—” The excitement got buried a little deeper down.

“Sports bra,” Hale directed. “I’m taking your skirt last.”

If Casey, Ivy, or Alicia had tried to play sports topless with no bra, they’d have had a bigger handicap than Reika’s embarrassment. As it was, Reika was frozen, stiffer, and rigid, but she wasn’t going to be topped by shifting momentum. She licked her lips.

“Your serve,” Casey said, bopping Reika in the skull with the ball and putting it into her hand.

She through the ball upward and went for the serve.

“No closer than that,” Ivy said, we don’t want her to literally burst into flames.”

“Fault!”

Reika twisted. The two old men were at the far side of Dakota and Casey’s court.

“That’s fair,” one said. “Go girl! You can beat him if you bury all that embarrassment. He’s an amateur!”

“Oh, look at her blush,” the second said. “Even her nipples got darker.”

Reika couldn’t bury the embarrassment, but she could avoid putting the ball into the net. She lurched, like a robot, sending it back to Hale. No movement had fluidity or smoothness, but she was playing better than she had since her panties and come off. Hale was huffing puffing, and needing to zip back and forth more and faster to handle her.

“Dude, if you lose it this close...” Ivy laughed.

“Reika, you don’t have to keep your skirt held down anymore!” Hale shouted, just after sending the ball her way.

“Wait? What are you—”

Reika moved quicker, slicker, and better, but the shift in power upset her control and she lunged two far, the ball hitting her thumb and not her racket, before bouncing back for Casey to chase.

“Love, 15,” Alicia said. “Playing with fire, Hale.”

“I like it hot,” he said. “Plus, I’m still going to cheat.”

“Then I’m gonna play like my tits aren’t out and old men aren’t looking at my butt!” Reika challenged.

The old men, and Ivy, cheered.

“Not today,” Hale said. “Play like you’re horribly embarrassed.”

“Oh, I will!” Reika said, not having a comeback.

“15, 15,” Alicia said, after Hale failed to chase the serve. The old man wolf whistled and cheered.

“Well, then,” Hale said. “Reika, you gotta move about more, really get that skirt floating.”

“Show us that sugar!” Casey shouted.

“30, 15,” Alicia said.

“Ha!” Reika said, taking the next ball, while Dakota sought after the lost one.

Hale frowned. “C’mon Reika, you’re so hot. I’m showing you off!”

“And I’m a great tennis player!”

“40, 15!” Alicia squealed. “Reika!”

“Don’t side against me,” Hale said.

“Never,” Alicia said.

“Alright, Reika,” Hale said, shaking his dick through his boxers at her. “This one’s for you, if you’re naked by the end of this game.”

“Uh...” Reika said, vexed. She didn’t know which way to go. She licked her lips.

“You know, I think we want the guy to win, after all,” said the second man.

Reika growled low in her throat.

“Oh shit,” Hale said. “Reika! Miss!”

“Fault!”

“Wow, heavy-handed much?” Dakota said, disappointed at Hale.

“Uh... Yeah, yes, I am,” Hale said. “Alright Reika, make me look good beating you.”

“She’s going to do it!” the first guy said. “Just give into him like that.”

“Yeah, those Asian girls are sub-missive. Reminds me of Korea.”

“Oh, how was your trip? I never asked when you got back in March,” the first guy asked again.

“Not now, Marvin.”

“40, 30,” Alicia said.

“She is making the game look good, at least,” Dakota said, picking up the ball and tossing it up the court to Casey. Casey missed the catch and ran after it.

Reika actually had a smile on her face. She was making him look good, but that took all of her skill and her talent. She also liked the freedom of zipping back and forth without concern for her skirt. Her nipples tingled. She swung low.

Reika barely continued volley. Hale hit much better forehand that back hand so she was always aim to his right. Smooth and easy, elbow height. Then she’d chase the wide shot, and just miss it.

“Deuce,” Alicia said.

Reika gave her best serve, right down the line. Hale hit it back.

“Out!” Alicia said. “Ad-in!”

“I thought you won after 40?” Ivy asked.

“You gotta win by two scores,” Dakota said,

“Cool cool,” Ivy said.

“Dammit,” Hale said. “That one was on me.”

“Play better!” Marvin called out.

“Actually, I don’t mind the flashes under the skirt,” the second man said.

“You’re a man of taste, Jonathan.”

He and Marvin elbowed each other, grinning brightly.

“Deuce!” Alicia called out after Hale got one by Reika.

Reika started another volley, but she could see that even at her best, Hale’s foot twisted on the reception. She took the chance to miss.

“Ad-Out!”

“Are you OK?”

“I’m OK to end this,” Hale said. “Trying to draw it out?”

“A little bit,” Reika said, with a grin. She took a ball. She did her serve. Hale barely got the perfect shot to her. She saw him stumble and, though it hung low in her guts and felt a little shameful, she aimed low.

“Net! Game!” Alicia said.

“What?!” Reika squealed as Marvin and Jonathan clapped. But that wasn’t what had her shrilly screaming. She fell, bare butt down onto the grass as Casey flipped her onto her back, and waved the stolen skirt like a battle flag.

“Alright,” Hale said. “No more cheating, no more teasing. Me and you.”

“What?” Reika said, failing to cover herself. “You’re serious?”

“Serve it up,” he said, smirking.

“Wow, this is totally crazy! I can’t believe we’re getting away with this...”

“15, Love,” Alicia said.

“We wouldn’t rat you out, cutie!” Jonathan laughed.

“And this is what I have to look forward to this whole summer?”

“30, Love.”

“Thanks, Casey. I mean, wow, I just... I’ve never done anything at like this and—”

“40, Love!”

“I guess that means, I’m... Oh you didn’t even swing at that one!”

“Game!”

Hale tossed his boxers at Dakota before jumping the net. Reika squealed as he rushed, grabbed her and spun her around. She grabbed his hair, legs kicked out as she swirled.

He dropped her, slapped her ass, threw her forward so she had to grab the ropes of the net.

“Holy shit!” Marvin said.

“All you girls?” Jonathan said.

“We’re trying to keep up with him,” Ivy said, as Reika squealed and Hale’s cock slammed home into her.

The scream of the next visitors coming to play, stopped Hale cold. Reika, so vaccinated to embarrassment, thrust herself back to his balls, groaning in an orgasm of broken tension. Her eyes were rolling up under her eyelids.

“Here!” Casey ran over with Reika’s skirt and top. “I’m pretty sure that woman just went straight for the clerk. We’re about to be kicked out.”

“Thank god we have a bed in the camper,” Hale said. He took his shorts from Dakota. “Thank you. Who’s driving? I’m going to be busy.”

Terry wandered the convention all. He kept referring to his phone, some picture of asian girl in a stylized school uniform and weird as fuck bangs.

“Hey,” he grabbed a random kid Hale’s age and shoved the phone in his face. “You seen him, or her.”

“Oh yeah dude,” Marcus said. “Third floor in the retro game room. Can’t miss them.”

“Really?! Thanks,” Terry jogged off.

“Who was that?” Nina asked, walking up next to her brother.

“I dunno, some asshole,” Marcus said. “That Hale dude and Reika didn’t show up today, did they?”

“No, why?”

“I just feel like I did a good deed, I guess.”